Page 42 of Milk & Cookie

A thrill runs up my spine, to prickle my scalp. We’ve been teetering back and forth over this line of dominance these last few days, and it’s like fucking dynamite to my libido. Fred seems more than happy to take charge when she’s confident in her feelings, which I love, but her lack of experience in pleasuring herself means she sometimes appreciates me in a more commanding role — which I also fucking love. It’s been a wildly intriguing game of tag, and right now, I think I’m it.

I grip my cock harder and rumble, “Tell me what you need, Angel.”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Are you lost, little lady? Need a big, strong man to tell you what to do?”

“Yes. I want to come like I did when you were inside me.”

“I want that too. You squirt so nice. How many fingers have you got in that sweet cunt of yours?”

“Three.”

“Three pretty little fingers? That’s not going to be enough, Angel. Don’t you remember how big my cock is? Get on the table, push your whole fucking fist in there, and ride that thing while you pump those gorgeous tits.”

She gasps, and what sounds like a chair clatters to the floor.

“Good girl. Get nice and close to the phone, Angel. I want to hear you fucking that juicy hole like I would. Faster.” I squirt a bit of lube on my hand and rub my cock in time with the sound of her fapping, before I have to pull up hard at the edge of orgasm. I clench every muscle I have to stop myself from coming.

Her mumbles and mewlings are exquisite, and the image in my head is to die for. My beautiful girl, sprawled on the table, with her arm buried between her legs to the wrist.

“I can hear how fucking wet you are, baby girl. Makes me want to come inside you right now.” I grit my teeth and clamp back the massive pressure of my impending release. “Are you getting close?”

“Mmm…”

“Good. Stop everything.”

“What?”

I smile at the confusion and irritation in her voice. “I said stop.”

“But… Why?” Her whine sounds like the one in my head, begging me to release my dick and come.

“Position change.” I grab the lube from my nightstand and squirt half the bottle along my pillow, before wrapping it over my straining, engorged cock. I pump my hips a few times, testing it out. The slick is cold, but it’ll warm up, and the pillow is a softer cushion than her ass would be, but it helps me imagine better.

“Wh— How do you want me?”

“Angel, I want you every which way I’ll fit, but right now, I want you on your knees — head down, ass in the air. You do what feels good there, baby girl. Rock into it. Milk those tits and give your clit something to rub along. Your arm, I hope. Slick that pretty arm until it drips to the elbow, but don’t fucking come until I say.”

“I… But…” She moans softly, and then whines again. “Vince.”

“You sound ready for it, Angel.”

“I am. Why can’t I?—”

“Because I’m going to tell you what I want, and we’re going to come together. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to breed that precious little cunt from behind,” I growl, thrusting into my pillow until the friction makes it as hot as her pussy. “I’m going to shove myself inside you and watch your tight little hole turn pale around my cock with the stretch. I’m going to fuck you good and hard, until your asshole squints with how tight you’re getting, and then I’ll fill you with so much cum, it’ll drip down the backs of your thighs.”

Her panted gasps signal her cresting, and the pressure building inside approaches the point of hot, blinding-white light. I start to shake, and fuck my pillow-Angel harder, as I drive Freddie over the edge with me. “I’ll smear my cum all over your clit, and push back inside to baste that pretty, seeded gash, until your belly swells.”

She cries out, and grunting, I send my surging pleasure into my pillow until I’m light-headed and ready to collapse.

“Oh my God,” she murmurs when her words become more intelligible. “Please do that to me when you get home.”

Home?

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